Chapter 1377: Chapter 1377

Chapter 1377

Cornelia raised her hand and grabbed the large hand moving around over her head. “Jeremy, do you want to touch your baby?”

Jeremy asked, “May I?”

Cornelia replied, “You’re the father. If you can’t, who else will have this priviledge?”

With Cornelia’s consent, Jeremy reached out and gently touched the small cheek of the baby. The baby was so tiny, seemingly smaller than his palm. But there was no denying that this was the child of Cornelia and him.

Even though he had hurt Cornelia so badly and pushed her away. Cornelia had never thought about giving up on this child.

Now, as he looked at her and the child, who were so close by his side, he felt like he possessed all the happiness in the world, “Isn’t it said that babies always cry? Why doesn’t

our Hope ever cry?”

Patricia chimed in from the side, “Not all babies like to cry. Some are really easy to take care of. Some babies only cry when they’re hungry, and they sleep most of the time. Marc was the type who was exceptionally easy to take care of as a child. He would drink his milk and then fall into a deep sleep. Upon waking up, he would drink milk again, and after finishing, he would go back to sleep. He not only had a good appetite but also grew well, never causing anyone to worry. I guess Hope is like Marc. Probably the easy-going type.”

As soon as Jeremy’s childhood was mentioned, thinking of all those twisted scars on him, Cornelia’s heart ached and her breath hitched.

Jeremy was so mature right from his birth, probably because he felt the malice of his parents in his mother’s womb, and he had to mature early, not to trouble his parents, hoping they would love him.

Who would have thought such a mature child not only didn’t receive love from his parents but was also hurt by the inhumane Brennen like an animal. Back then, he was just a five-year-old kid.

Cornelia subconsciously squeezed Jeremy’s hand and said, “I wish Hope would be a bit of a rascal. As long as he doesn’t break the law, he should do whatever he wants. And I really hope he doesn’t grow up too fast.”

Jeremy looked at Cornelia, “Yeah. I’ll do my best to make him the happiest kid in the world.”

Cornelia said, “Together.”

“Nelly, you must be hungry. I’ll go make you something to eat.” Patricia dropped the sentence and left without waiting for their approval.

Patricia was very sensible. They had been forced to part for so long and finally met. They must have a lot to say. How could she be a third wheel?

After Patricia left, Cornelia and Jeremy stared at each other and suddenly didn’t know what to say. The atmosphere became awkward. It was Cornelia who tried to find a topic, “Our Hope doesn’t have a name yet. Do you want to name him now?”

Jeremy had thought about many names for the baby, but he always felt he didn’t have the right to name the child.

The child was the result of Cornelia’s painstaking pregnancy, and he hadn’t helped with anything. Why should he decide on the baby’s name?

But now Cornelia was passing the task of naming to him. He happily said, “I thought maybe we could use just Hope for our baby’s name.”

Cornelia, “Hope Artis? Hope Hartley? They don’t sound good.”

Jeremy, “How about Hope Stewart?”

Cornelia, “You mean let the baby take my last name?”

Many men had traditional gender views and believed that children should take the father’s surname after birth. Cornelia didn’t expect Jeremy to suggest that the baby take her surname. But on further thought, what wouldn’t he do for her?

Jeremy, “The child was born from your painstaking pregnancy, and it’s only natural he takes your surname.”

Cornelia, “Would your grandmother mind if the baby takes my surname?”

Jeremy, “If I can take my grandma’s surname, she surely wouldn’t mind the baby taking yours.”